Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2005 11:09:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Johnson
Subject: Training of Slave Bob pt 25 (gay/auth)
Once the car came to a stop, I got dizzy as the blood
went back to my head as I was dragged out the door and
pushed into the elevator. Master had me up against the
wall, groping me like an angry cop looking for
concealed drugs. And he grabbed my sheathed cock and
yanked it back between my legs.
"Ah, nice to have you back, you pathetic faggot
pussyboy. Just thought you needed a bit of that to get
the blood flowing."
He pressed the button and the elevator went to his
penthouse. When we got there, Master dragged me by the
cock up to the dungeon room while he sent Katie to
refresh and have a drink down stairs. And once again,
I was alone in the musky darkness, smelling Master,
feeling his power in every gesture, as I prepared to
turn my body and life over to him completely. And I
was in total happiness.
Master began by pushing me up against the wall as he
had in the elevator. He again reached between my legs
and pulling my sheathed cock back between him. I was
of course already hard, and felt great discomfort at
his steady tugging. My head was filled with the
thoughts of what would be in store for me the rest of
the weekend. I felt absolute submission, knowing I was
back in the controlling arms of my Master. And I
instantly was aware of the true power he had over me,
the fact that even with all of the abuse Katie had
tried to provide, she could never match the intensity
of the feeling to be manipulated by my true Master.
I felt Master breathing deeply behind my ear as his
body leaned into mine, pushing my torso in the
opposite direction of my cock. He then slid his hand
back between my cheeks, rubbing the base of my plug to
force it against my prostate. Of course he was also
testing to ensure I was completely smooth, and he
seemed pleased with what he found. He then took a
sniff of his hand and then forced it under my nose,
enveloping me in the butt sweat that had already
developed in my crack. He then traced his hands down
the front of my body, spending a good amount of time
tugging at my tender nipples. He finally made it past
my belly back to my cock, where, surprisingly, he
began unbuckling the sheath. I figured he'd put me
through a bit of abuse before even releasing my cock
from its bounds, but he had other ideas. Once the
sheath was unbuckled, he grabbed the leather sheath
and began squeezing it as he rubbed the length of my
cock, scratching my skin against the rough inside of
the leather. He nibbled on my ear as he did this,
before whispering firmly "Cum pussyboy!"
Master knew he had control of my cum now, and his
words were all I needed. I dumped my load inside the
moist leather, feeling my cock slide through the
sticky mess. Master then wrapped two fingers around my
cock and milked my urethra as he pulled the sheath
off. He then held it up like a scientist with a test
tube, swirling my cum to the bottom. He then made me
beg.
"Sir, thank you so much for admitting me to your
dungeon again. You have once again proved the power
you hold over my mind and body. You have known my
inner desires since before I could admit them to
myself, and you have taken the time to force me to
confront the truth and to accept the fact that I want
nothing else but to totally serve you with my entire
mind and body. I am a pathetic faggot pussyboy, and
want to live in your service. Please let me drink of
my seed, acknowledging my submission and reminding me
of my desire to accept cum into my mouth and hole at
every opportunity."
Master smiled at my pathetic groveling, and took pity
on me. He held the sheath up and, to my surprise, he
took a sip of it. My mouth hung open in shock (as he
must have expected) and he took the opportunity to
spit a disgusting load of saliva and my cum into my
waiting mouth.
"I may have accepted you back into my dungeon, but you
have never been properly inducted into service to
think I would ever accept your pathetic fluids in my
body. You are the lowest form of faggot, one that
knows what he wants but still won't dedicate his life
fully to get it. You have no more shame, yet still
have not fully turned yourself over. Until that
moment, you shall never see me lower myself even in
ceremony."
He then held the sheath up, and began puring my load
from several inches above my mouth, watching it blob
and dribble onto my waiting tongue and chin. I made
sure to clean up every drop from my chin, before he
presented the sheath to my tongue. I buried my tongue
deep, like I was eating an asshole or Katie's hole. I
dug my tongue in again and again, reaching as far as
possible to get every drop. The deeper I licked the
more I could taste the musky remnants of all my
sessions trapped in the leather. Master jabbed it back
on my tongue again and again, gagging me on it. When
he was satisfied I had cleaned it, he finally gave me
rest. He then laid me out on the table and shackled my
hands and legs. He hoisted my legs high and wide to
open up access to my hole. He moved me to the end to
make sure he had full access to my head.
Master changed into chaps, which gave me full access
to his cock and hole. He wanted to start me off by
reminding me of my place, so the first part of his
body I was presented with was his ass. Master backed
up straddling my head with his thighs. I was
suffocating in his scent, painfully aware he had not
showered today. Master rode my tongue, forcing his
ripe crack across my face and mouth. When he felt I
had cleaned him enough, he slid off my gagging tongue
and backed up enough to dangle his swollen balls in my
mouth. I bathed each with my tongue before he shoved
both in my mouth. I was stretched beyond my means and
gagging for breath, but I knew better than to complain
or to let my teeth slip.
Master got off of me and turned to look at me,
watching as my pathetic cock bobbed in a sticky mess
on my belly. He squeezed it a bit to dribble put more
precum. He then gripped my balls and began massaging
them with a firm, painful grip. He eventually decided
it was time to work on my pleasure center, my hole. He
pulled my plug out and instantly shoved it into my
mouth. It tasted like the hours of travel, a musky
plug of ass sweat. My eyes scanned the room, and I
spotted the row of monitors showing the video feed
from the dungeon room, reminding me I was on camera.
In one, I could see the image from the camera placed
at the foot of this torture table, and could see my
hole still gaping and quivering in its emptiness.
Master noticed me watching, and smiled at my response.
He first got out a new harness I had never seen
before, and he began cinching up my nuts and cock.
Once by balls were separated and tied off, he wrapped
a leather strap around the base of my balls to stretch
them down away from my body.
Master then opened the drawer of toys, and began in
the middle of the range. He started with a nice thick
one, one that would have caused problems on my last
visit. Without any lube at all, he placed it at my
hole and almost instantly it was a few inches inside.
My pussylips were spreading and stretching forward,
tugging more of that big fake cock into my hungry
hole. When it was a few inches in, Master began
pulling it out and my lips were stretching obscenely
from my body, holding on to as much as possible.
Master worked my hole like this until my resistance
released and my hole was readily accepting the toy. He
skipped two sizes, and found one that offered
significant resistance. Master know my hole was in for
plenty of use this weekend, so there was no point in
getting me too sore. He dribbled a ring of lube on the
head, then placed it back at my hole. Aided by lube,
the toy again found no resistance despite its large
size. Master did use it playfully, pulling it all the
way out and watching my hole pucker closed before
stretching me full again. He also would work on some
exercises like pulling out the thick dildo and
replacing it with a single finger, forcing me to clamp
shut. My hole was loose and moist, but I got pretty
good at gripping the slick surfaces together. Master
took great pleasure at my repose, observing the
dedication to success and to pleasing him that I was
showing. I saw that this pleasure he was feeling had
resulted in the usual response; Master had made it
clear since our earliest days that it made him hard to
think of me trying to please him.
And now was certainly no exception. He got up on the
table and straddled my shoulders, lowering his musky
ass back onto my tongue. As I slid my tongue against
his hole, he slid the toy back into mine and began a
steady pounding assault on my prostate. He began
moving around more, sliding back further to rub his
balls on my face, and eventually slid his firm, warm
cock back in my mouth. For all the rubber cock I had
practiced on, there was still no match for hot warm
man cock being shoved into your throat by your Master.
I was in absolute pleasure. Master eventually pulled
out and got a bit more ass licking before getting off
the table. He pulled the rubber cock out of my hole
and slid his cock fully in place. I barely felt it as
he pushed into my soft insides, but I knew he was
there when his pubes were against my smooth ass crack,
tickling the tender skin. He ordered me to tighten up,
and I could feel my insides grip and tighten around
the shape of his firm cock. He pulled out until just
his mushroom head was in me, and again demanded that I
tighten up. He began tugging his cock, forcing me into
a desperate effort to grip his head with my hole. He
would then plunge in without warning, impaling me on
his cock. He went on for several minutes, teasing me
depths. He kept up his pumping until I felt his body
begin to tense, causing pleasure to run over me.
Master was about to cum inside me, again marking me as
his totally submissive pussyboy, his cum hole for
life. And I was in bliss. Master buried himself
deeply, and sprayed my guts in his manly seed. He
started going limp after a few more minutes of light
pumping, and then slurped his cock out of my hole and
replaced it with the plug. I was finally free to
verbalize, and began thankfully praising Master. He
didn't want to hear it, and shoved his cock in my
mouth to clean the mess off.
Master pulled his cock out, and replaced it with a
ball gag.
"There, that will keep you quiet. Katie and I are
going out, for a shopping trip on you. You'll wait
here and rest up, pussyboy. You've got a long day
ahead."
With that, he walked to the door, turned off the
lights and walked downstairs. I was in the darkness,
my body full of cum and my nuts swollen and painfully
stretched, and I was bound without hope for release.
And now I was alone, to have my mind run wild with
thoughts of the night. And to think about Master's
words about still being a plaything. I wanted to be
his, to no longer have to worry about finding time to
visit, or thinking how to serve. I wanted to be owned,
to turn over my body and all my possessions, and to be
his for life. I wanted to be what I always believed I
was. For over 10 years I had known I was a faggot
submissive cocksucker. And now that Master had me
bound in his dungeon, I was reminded again of how much
I wanted to spend my life like this, to accept my role
as the plaything and servant of Master Ric, my
dominant Master. I wanted to be used for life by him,
and was now deciding to dedicate myself fully to that
goal.
Until then, I would lay here, chained in the darkness
hundreds of miles from home. Hard. Cum-filled.
Plugged. Bound. Satisfied.